Friday, September 23, 2011

September 24th and it's 107 degrees in Phoenix. The girls ask every other day if we can go back to the park in Paris 'really fast' (whine more than ask). We've been home 2 months now and already we are wistful--remembering those daily trips to Luxembourg garden, the Tuileries and the Bon Marché park. A few pictures...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

I'm working on the third main section of my new book, "The Little Bookroom Guide to Paris with Children,"–the Marais/Bastille/Pompidou districts of Paris. I just calculated that at a lightning-speed 15 minutes per listing, it will take me 22 hours to complete it. At an average 3.5 hours of work-time available per day (squeezed between 3 children, new-home renovations and life stuff: transport, emotional and physical care of said 3 children, bills, business) we are talking 6.3 days (September 17, donc). My manuscript deadline is (was) September 30th. With 6 remaining areas (after the Marais), I don't even have to do the math; should I cry now or later?

Time is...precious...irreplaceable–and the future is unpredictable (thinking of health mostly); the good news (for me) is that I'm squeezing my work in between my three beautiful girls.